Glassjaw

Without a reason there is nothing left to say.
You pray for division, but hope gets in the way.
I must say, "Please don't let me down."
"Please don't let me down."
How long I, I've been willing.
How long before I breathe you out?
How long I, I've been willing
How long before I breathe you out?
Without a reason there is nothing left to say.
Hopeless provision, the tongue gets in the way.
Still, I say, "Please don't let me down."
When the man comes he'll pay to say,
"The happenstance gets in the way!"
How long I, I've been willing.
How long before I breathe you out?